Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...while the rest of it is wondering why I'm having this conversation with you.
Especially the whole rodeo thing.
He thought you were gonna blow up the moon.
Fairly certain it will catch on as it fills a desperate need.
I wasn't aware that lunar ranging was her thing.
It better defines the ambiguous period...
- Have they found a match for you? - Tons.
Noted. Now, before this goes any further, you should know...
If it was literal, I share your aversion to soiled hosiery.
"Oh, God."
Unless you're willing to come with us to meet this girl...
Happy now? I'm moving the dirty sock.
Oh, God.
Now, come with me.
Excuse me. I'm Amy Farrah Fowler. You're Sheldon Cooper.
- The laser? - The moon.
Why? What’s life without whimsy?
My mother and I have the same agreement about church.
Thirty feet.
Look, I'm sorry.
Yes. In 1917...
Leonard, what is that? What is that?